Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1887-04-07
PATTI AND DIXEY.
An Amiable Tit-for-Tat on the Part of the
Young Comedian.
Chicago News

All Anlldole 1lC-1Or-IaC On the Part OF Tic
Young Comedian.
Chicago News.
Henry E. Dixey is the owner of st.
Bernard dog that weighs perhaps 500
pounds, and after the fashion of the
lamb that was platonically attached to
Mary, this dog accompanies Mr.. Dixey
wherever Mr.. Dixey goes. Twice across
the ocean and all over this continent
makes Prince the most extensive traveller
of the canine kind. Day before yester-
day Mr.. Dixey and his leviathan dog were
having a romp through the four or five
rooms occupied by the Clan Dixey at the
Hotel Richelieu. First Mr.. Dixey would
shut the dog up in the folding bed and
hide himself in the wardrobe; then the
dog would break away from the bed
and begin hunt for Dixey, humorously
tipping over tables and chairs, as humor-
ously breaking the crockery, and still
more humorously accom- panying his
labors with volcanic vocal eruptions ex-
pressive of fear, hope, anticipation joy,
etc. This play lasted for about an hour,
Mrs. Dixey sitting in the front room
meanwhile smiling contentedly and
thinking to herself how much better it
was for Henry to be passing quiet aft
ernoon at home than to be frittering
away his time in the company of frivol-
Gus men about town. But Nine. Patti,
whose apartments at the Richelieu are
located directly under the Dixey rooms,
must have thought differently, for while
Mr.. Dixey and his dog in the midst of
their genial sport-or, we might say,
while the festivities were at their height
there came knock at the door and Nine.
PATHS maid Hortense, looking like one
of the two orphans, presented this mess
age: "Mme. Patti complemongs Nine.
Dix-see, and will Nine. Dix-sce have re
goodness to make her leetle boo stop
to play wiz re dog?"
Mr.. Dixey was highly indignant; he
did not care so much for himself, but
the insult to the dog was one he could
scarcely brook. Next morning, as he lay
in his bed, he became cognizant of an
angelic voice soaring in song-a voice
SO heavenly that it stayed not IN the
portals of his ear but penetrated to the
innermOst recesses of Mr.. Djxey's very
soul and filled his whole being with an
ecstacy of ineffable delight.
"Ida. my dear" called Mr.. Dixey to his
wife, who was sewing in the adjoining
room.
''What is it, Henry?" she answered.
you're in unusually good voice this
my DEAR" said Mr.. Dixey 81
don't know when I've heard you sing so
''Why, Henry" exclaimed Mrs. Dixey,
give not been singing; that was Nine.
Patti you heard; she is practising Prochs
and isn't it just too lovely"
But there was cold meaningful gilt
ter in Mr.. Dixey's eye as he straightway
arose from his bed, donned his trousers,
and put on one of his red Hibernian wigs.
A few moments later when, in answer to
a brutal knock, Nine. Patti opened the
door of her parlor, the Incompatible
song birds sloe-like orbs beheld what
seemed to be gaunt, raw Irishman,
standing in the portal. "Misther Dixey's
to yees, num-" said this
hulking apparition, sand would yees
mind shopping the tra la-la-loo, mum,
till Mr.. D1xey Fave bit av slape?"